tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52724390219631807902024-02-01T20:54:03.914-08:00LA CAJA DE PANDORASi estar cuerdo significa aceptar este mundo destructivo, entonces me encuentro inmersa en la absoluta demencia!!MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-49506537118566186432010-06-08T14:21:00.000-07:002010-06-08T15:52:33.465-07:00LUJURIA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwa1uvi_MftJhyphenhyphenbvuzZvXwlGqVYkQrACmIp5HdyNrVEsEQqdGJRwBYnV2YdDxbaRqvAlbyPJHMJnLWIy5g2Nx9DAAFAdpFUmd5GYF2M2UlHCYK6ud-f1chdIa5kfgTCB8M0CHnS3x11QJ/s1600/3175776704_df1953e5ee_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480539368099828466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwa1uvi_MftJhyphenhyphenbvuzZvXwlGqVYkQrACmIp5HdyNrVEsEQqdGJRwBYnV2YdDxbaRqvAlbyPJHMJnLWIy5g2Nx9DAAFAdpFUmd5GYF2M2UlHCYK6ud-f1chdIa5kfgTCB8M0CHnS3x11QJ/s400/3175776704_df1953e5ee_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Cuándo se acabó la carne, los dos caníbales, que viajaban de ciudad en ciudad, se miraron a los ojos y entendieron que entre ellos quedaba la última porción.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Daniel Rivera Marín </div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-24315237389316257432010-05-21T11:06:00.000-07:002010-05-21T11:12:23.257-07:00INFIDELIDAD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVD7wgJPZhCvmai8eGaX7os-VYxLu5kk9Mn8Pz4f5Wj1SaK01Z8P2JnpIa-DguYXf8_YuOOu9_qUDeFDKd4a2avby1PCwijykM2ZSYZThs2x-xVv3fwczX9E83jxioTJ9sV60vMUkmiNXR/s1600/3268054934_76ac41f37e_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473787081813160690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVD7wgJPZhCvmai8eGaX7os-VYxLu5kk9Mn8Pz4f5Wj1SaK01Z8P2JnpIa-DguYXf8_YuOOu9_qUDeFDKd4a2avby1PCwijykM2ZSYZThs2x-xVv3fwczX9E83jxioTJ9sV60vMUkmiNXR/s400/3268054934_76ac41f37e_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ella y... ella.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Umberto Semegal</div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-18020240189535971412010-05-21T10:33:00.000-07:002010-05-21T11:02:31.733-07:00EL MENDIGO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFLFVE5UaLeO0uAQygCM1M1SoUd2ImtovKlu91r3MY_4Pbn6DNMOOruvCZVulNOsRDygRDU6CKtrvDuU7ErExUqrVPXB12NxkDmU87fy7pcWIxognVMrGJCL9EnFO4j8Fbimi8ohYqocF/s1600/4185742747_80c8c81264_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473785102381117842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFLFVE5UaLeO0uAQygCM1M1SoUd2ImtovKlu91r3MY_4Pbn6DNMOOruvCZVulNOsRDygRDU6CKtrvDuU7ErExUqrVPXB12NxkDmU87fy7pcWIxognVMrGJCL9EnFO4j8Fbimi8ohYqocF/s400/4185742747_80c8c81264_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">"Regáleme un poema", solicitaba a los sorprendidos transeúntes, quienes sólo tenían monedas.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Umberto Senegal</div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-28833554067269441592010-05-21T09:37:00.000-07:002010-05-21T10:32:07.927-07:00EN FAMILIA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz3bdEAeKDLIROxKXLqzKr2cMMStxHFQhLSjv8tQTCaOdgQhoybyLQDAgylIYUqnPUEbCx5AYDdqqo8IO2JQ0I0sKLINd48zkyAhfuUVopPhMX3kOqDTWToTH84qd-9KTeq9QSJhobQ0ft/s1600/4101462128_bc3111f2f4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473777081257037266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz3bdEAeKDLIROxKXLqzKr2cMMStxHFQhLSjv8tQTCaOdgQhoybyLQDAgylIYUqnPUEbCx5AYDdqqo8IO2JQ0I0sKLINd48zkyAhfuUVopPhMX3kOqDTWToTH84qd-9KTeq9QSJhobQ0ft/s400/4101462128_bc3111f2f4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mientras la abuela pujaba, pronta a parir, los cinco nietos que la rodeábamos nos miramos, tratando de adivinar quién fue.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Umberto Senegal</div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-78605302433975728382010-05-21T09:04:00.000-07:002010-05-21T09:15:26.885-07:00PARTO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7L3-Rg3QTeQYa2UWejGJy3smnKnCsGB7oUFpOoy9BQuj-cOZILVBldwB-I49JOg3B4KilnyK2-0duJzw9MaP4fAjpQ5Yk_CXSdwdDxBpMubwmgYCBwU9rh-nTpcvek7tvP-EF9lap6rRQ/s1600/3286235510_6322f04c14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473756608589425010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7L3-Rg3QTeQYa2UWejGJy3smnKnCsGB7oUFpOoy9BQuj-cOZILVBldwB-I49JOg3B4KilnyK2-0duJzw9MaP4fAjpQ5Yk_CXSdwdDxBpMubwmgYCBwU9rh-nTpcvek7tvP-EF9lap6rRQ/s400/3286235510_6322f04c14.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Completó varios días pariendo en total soledad. Al séptimo, descansó. Nadie le llamaría: "Mamá".</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Umberto Senegal</div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-32876014999699073072010-05-21T08:49:00.000-07:002010-05-21T08:52:55.455-07:00CELOSO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9WgDEuindvArioA1v-BCVwtDh3wZvsJNfxWTFUaidf98v2yaKauXa2sWCzCJh_D4U0LWmGuNT_Ki18dwBYG9xDtBS0zWama3jbvNyBSlBn_CHLAyuuy77Jf7LMxqU7SfEK6gEfpq7t9N/s1600/355243354_10b66b12c2_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473751471629913842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9WgDEuindvArioA1v-BCVwtDh3wZvsJNfxWTFUaidf98v2yaKauXa2sWCzCJh_D4U0LWmGuNT_Ki18dwBYG9xDtBS0zWama3jbvNyBSlBn_CHLAyuuy77Jf7LMxqU7SfEK6gEfpq7t9N/s400/355243354_10b66b12c2_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Creo que el maniquí que compré cuando ella me dejó, también me traiciona.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Umberto Senegal</div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-85236401044277812832010-05-21T08:28:00.000-07:002010-05-21T08:32:47.636-07:00MIMETISMO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYWvLMho_trZrhWvPq8EvCdqoeaimr4KvjKcpPTX2ECfwsc0kvEfAuFTGfDAKP4KGL5Xd_GUKgiOMZaWB7NKa4VUn4ScgDyJR8ED5f3vEwbQ6HFcV_4qN5z6Neg69NCM9hlCwU-UO6g50/s1600/3854175244_3c84e5dfaf_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473746507162805506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYWvLMho_trZrhWvPq8EvCdqoeaimr4KvjKcpPTX2ECfwsc0kvEfAuFTGfDAKP4KGL5Xd_GUKgiOMZaWB7NKa4VUn4ScgDyJR8ED5f3vEwbQ6HFcV_4qN5z6Neg69NCM9hlCwU-UO6g50/s400/3854175244_3c84e5dfaf_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Oculta entre la caparazón de una tortuga, la mariposa se sintió menos frágil.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Umberto Senegal</div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-23230269930409271652010-04-08T14:59:00.000-07:002010-04-08T15:05:08.844-07:00ENGAÑO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgumzD5df_zfFClf3C4ZEeSn-yg8cYY2NuuRPP64YC22lULmEGxu3IIe-7-cTGiiSt7Uuue884tkGCX9igmwyqFstOeiYeRfXk_BCeyQ4t4B3xHRW7srsDdiyqHxKWJWu7F2A965lIS-mf0/s1600/3503010464_8c904127c6_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457890422823179954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgumzD5df_zfFClf3C4ZEeSn-yg8cYY2NuuRPP64YC22lULmEGxu3IIe-7-cTGiiSt7Uuue884tkGCX9igmwyqFstOeiYeRfXk_BCeyQ4t4B3xHRW7srsDdiyqHxKWJWu7F2A965lIS-mf0/s400/3503010464_8c904127c6_o.jpg" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Torsten Gebhardt / Landscape</span></em><br /><em><br /></em><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Ah, puta, me indujo a suicidarme para que la follara en su mundo y ahora se oculta entre mis pesadillas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Umberto Senegal</span></div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-29189283643061997982010-04-08T14:39:00.000-07:002010-04-08T15:06:45.025-07:00PATERNIDAD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEC8drVytK9mgkunbfYHvDFfinE5SwY5pO6zKATlxuuX07zivY1FPIF6-4TiSM-cp6RrhhRfMNsEayURq4ePyXjIUd28_fgcCr7v2_M6Zp0-IiMZHUS9EEu4ejSIcL-z53ZFkILNrOCXV/s1600/3543735889_28f674f4f8_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457886968424591746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEC8drVytK9mgkunbfYHvDFfinE5SwY5pO6zKATlxuuX07zivY1FPIF6-4TiSM-cp6RrhhRfMNsEayURq4ePyXjIUd28_fgcCr7v2_M6Zp0-IiMZHUS9EEu4ejSIcL-z53ZFkILNrOCXV/s400/3543735889_28f674f4f8_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Andrew A/ Sublime</em></span><br /><em><br /></em><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Cuando la sensual fantasma quedó embarazada, vivos y muertos se acusaron entre sí, pero ninguno recomendó el aborto.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Umberto Senegal</span></div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-41799083124859434462010-04-08T14:07:00.000-07:002010-04-08T14:57:40.088-07:00CONTRASTE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvQRiunkEEbTvdFP3ZoXbctbopBvlZ40q2umI9h2JBHjuGmD4od6SK5lcT1_UnB6MNvbDm5v0nLmPHhlui1VyG6KKVsrVv0ktslOrFohpEXcBZ0K4GO3YZkgRdMyDSFoCA9SLPVJ3wEy_/s1600/4183418574_c8407724ba_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457878680319185026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvQRiunkEEbTvdFP3ZoXbctbopBvlZ40q2umI9h2JBHjuGmD4od6SK5lcT1_UnB6MNvbDm5v0nLmPHhlui1VyG6KKVsrVv0ktslOrFohpEXcBZ0K4GO3YZkgRdMyDSFoCA9SLPVJ3wEy_/s400/4183418574_c8407724ba_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Irina Ionesco</em><br /><em></em></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Tenía 12 años. Se llamaba Juliana. Su vagina seca era la de una puta de 40. ¿Con cuál intimar?</span></div><div> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Umberto Senegal</span></div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-32354160548164668862010-04-07T17:56:00.000-07:002010-04-07T18:10:11.267-07:00FESTÍN<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zhNDfUe3uENFUPBltt1jtbQ5xVPOQCyA3yy8vDw9iGKYOsDjNY480qlLJnnUY18mFfNVYJjnShVGtdQCmjisRP0e0al2OBJAUSAyhevjEOyAa0Yv4dgn2kA4Qqs5OMy3KjHjPtDuEzRx/s1600/3676212599_004c4283c4_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457567387161987682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zhNDfUe3uENFUPBltt1jtbQ5xVPOQCyA3yy8vDw9iGKYOsDjNY480qlLJnnUY18mFfNVYJjnShVGtdQCmjisRP0e0al2OBJAUSAyhevjEOyAa0Yv4dgn2kA4Qqs5OMy3KjHjPtDuEzRx/s400/3676212599_004c4283c4_o.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em> Img: Jean Jacques André/ Anges Garden</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Las tres sádicas lo invitaron a una orgía. Ignoraban que era antropófago. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Umberto Senegal</span><br /></div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-62575646135071623582010-04-07T17:21:00.000-07:002010-04-07T18:13:20.074-07:00FANTASMA<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5Ur0LEw2yLF375WGeLIf8z-31dq7yOxIoSCqhA8opQpl4WouitK2VOWvR58qou8wChTQSOR_YH7Hrk6O5ZYyfvuQZFCNKQcw5p8RGxy3keF2Ptp6eIk_ZE-9tZdgYlbd1NCCvylx1j1Q/s1600/3595976427_1d9ce5f784_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457558707593185586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5Ur0LEw2yLF375WGeLIf8z-31dq7yOxIoSCqhA8opQpl4WouitK2VOWvR58qou8wChTQSOR_YH7Hrk6O5ZYyfvuQZFCNKQcw5p8RGxy3keF2Ptp6eIk_ZE-9tZdgYlbd1NCCvylx1j1Q/s400/3595976427_1d9ce5f784_o.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Img: Aégis / Blood</em></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">El hombre que caminaba solitario le rogó, háblame más alto para que no crean que hablo solo.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Umberto Senegal</span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-29313238040311530062009-09-21T15:22:00.000-07:002010-04-08T14:38:50.335-07:00VORACIDAD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK3wh7SRnjySTqg5AqTsTcZcxNA9MvGEwcYTTJ_4Lu_dC1MfRXg7qplp4HbdamExI_wgBGlit4DkF_NNL3VqW-eEz7pSg76FV2IHS4eBM-vEVEb3n-rLeCHi8HWIEMx9hfE7ks9ztyX2N/s1600/4501908233_88fd6b39ba_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457882167671305234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpK3wh7SRnjySTqg5AqTsTcZcxNA9MvGEwcYTTJ_4Lu_dC1MfRXg7qplp4HbdamExI_wgBGlit4DkF_NNL3VqW-eEz7pSg76FV2IHS4eBM-vEVEb3n-rLeCHi8HWIEMx9hfE7ks9ztyX2N/s400/4501908233_88fd6b39ba_o.jpg" /></a><br /><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Mientras ella muerde la ceniza, la punzante mirada del alcatraz corrompe sus entrañas.</span></p><br /><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">-<span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"> </span>Tranquila, prometo no absorber tu aroma a carne humana.</span></p><br /><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">…Intentó desangrar la verdad en sus ojos… Olvidó que tan sólo era una muñeca.</span> </p>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-31568832314632883272009-09-19T08:48:00.000-07:002009-09-19T09:47:43.745-07:00Sangre con leche caliente<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIesl3ZInr-D6BuJlGgICLZBZxheDpKnIloh9rcu8aYkXNHfBFfOmhEV250RJ5YJW_YRnmm57aOt1hJfW-CegqZDjkw7gSFcJ3Mo9OG9FD8xzI9xUytRUyHnlgoJVUyfdclfhD_jI5YV8H/s1600-h/3854175244_3c84e5dfaf_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIesl3ZInr-D6BuJlGgICLZBZxheDpKnIloh9rcu8aYkXNHfBFfOmhEV250RJ5YJW_YRnmm57aOt1hJfW-CegqZDjkw7gSFcJ3Mo9OG9FD8xzI9xUytRUyHnlgoJVUyfdclfhD_jI5YV8H/s400/3854175244_3c84e5dfaf_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383221182194204962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y quería ir, y recordarle al mar que aún existen las sirenas y los minotauros. Y regalarle esa muñeca. Esa muñeca que tenía en sus ojos la desesperación de mi alma. Pero me contuve. Y elevé las cometas en la cúspide de la montaña. Y las cometas jugueteaban con los árboles. Y cada hoja devoraba cada frase. Cada letra. Cada suspiro. Y el viento, por tan sólo unos segundos convirtió los rayos de sol en las cromáticas colas de las cometas...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mientras tanto el olor a sangre con leche caliente continúa intacto!</span></span><br /></div>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-50227361023451370742009-07-04T12:20:00.000-07:002009-07-04T12:23:30.386-07:00RETORNO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyDS9Aa4-CYliVIyWT5DzLGUVmjjtUDKMS4H_lLAo6USkc2ZS6XEx4ptUKm7i3BVG_CSMC5bSv_UGpAd5HfNq6vvcO3flu7xs3B5fxLAu6TyMsYPnwqncFmfUaA1i5xPfrZcNg0pr2XIW/s1600-h/3272666303_eb5028d9eb_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyDS9Aa4-CYliVIyWT5DzLGUVmjjtUDKMS4H_lLAo6USkc2ZS6XEx4ptUKm7i3BVG_CSMC5bSv_UGpAd5HfNq6vvcO3flu7xs3B5fxLAu6TyMsYPnwqncFmfUaA1i5xPfrZcNg0pr2XIW/s400/3272666303_eb5028d9eb_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687695527438754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Volveré cuando todos hayan muerto. Prometió, sin darse cuenta de que él había sido el primero.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Umberto Senegal</span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-59888473149517770672009-07-04T12:13:00.000-07:002009-07-04T12:17:34.843-07:00MÚSICO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJOZHOrOlPx-IMxLM5VjbKOiIkmvWycIl40BzP-iQ9fOJrrGjXKkxxenb9AedtXtrjNe76eSvDGp-UgKI1KRfGyEtdrgydY7SGOyX9UDzwibMeUOA80fE1aoAUeBOeGrdrI7dROI0aa4B/s1600-h/musica+vam.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJOZHOrOlPx-IMxLM5VjbKOiIkmvWycIl40BzP-iQ9fOJrrGjXKkxxenb9AedtXtrjNe76eSvDGp-UgKI1KRfGyEtdrgydY7SGOyX9UDzwibMeUOA80fE1aoAUeBOeGrdrI7dROI0aa4B/s400/musica+vam.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354686123974105746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Nunca temieron al vampiro porque también le escuchaban tocar violín durante el día.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />Umberto Senegal </span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-15261037596783999412009-07-04T11:57:00.000-07:002009-07-04T12:00:17.582-07:00DESCENSO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94KFA2Y-_CgCTB3XE9xtygsFrsXjmHQUKAbiKydlaoDAJNoXaEGdMqGeNK80q-atG4zyKiqjJ_90EQUH0JPVdQKED8KhhjxVYtlOanG52MsowGOvtb-_6z6eXCkdo5B-vt4YF-hKcQDDH/s1600-h/2871119372_637a8ab62b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94KFA2Y-_CgCTB3XE9xtygsFrsXjmHQUKAbiKydlaoDAJNoXaEGdMqGeNK80q-atG4zyKiqjJ_90EQUH0JPVdQKED8KhhjxVYtlOanG52MsowGOvtb-_6z6eXCkdo5B-vt4YF-hKcQDDH/s400/2871119372_637a8ab62b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354681550864306354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Junto al abismo sólo tenía la flor para sujetarse. Prefirió aferrrarse al aroma mientras caía.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Umberto Senegal</span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-16988065144896961232009-07-04T11:41:00.000-07:002009-07-04T12:08:54.315-07:00SEPARACIÓN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEgmf4ZWs8RJtJYVBGmb_J5Oa-qhHjrJKZwKLGZLxzVeqp_IHAYuhMcjSia9Eat6yNoxSiYwmaaHvrnfX4aaJZZj5jSmOeGSEvS5ob5mOujGYZ-m-Dacrn7q3vRJ8vYp8vIAkci6xU08c/s1600-h/Imagen1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEgmf4ZWs8RJtJYVBGmb_J5Oa-qhHjrJKZwKLGZLxzVeqp_IHAYuhMcjSia9Eat6yNoxSiYwmaaHvrnfX4aaJZZj5jSmOeGSEvS5ob5mOujGYZ-m-Dacrn7q3vRJ8vYp8vIAkci6xU08c/s400/Imagen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354677672739585874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Meses echándome de la casa. Ya llené las maletas. ¿Lo llevo o dejo sus pedazos en el patio?</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Umberto Senegal</span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-39814181897343331732009-07-04T11:17:00.000-07:002009-07-04T11:24:00.323-07:00ESFINGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVEdrsYM3ToFg4SvZB-xnKEFD_AT-hNa-LeSCKPqdqO-MX3-DuhjB1J7Vpi-RT9eMQ7cvbdnguVnFnSImOAyqE4fU9Zi86oVM74P6qNP1J4FfNcI_cxPTl-yIcDlWpMcE06TITuZebnF5/s1600-h/ojo.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVEdrsYM3ToFg4SvZB-xnKEFD_AT-hNa-LeSCKPqdqO-MX3-DuhjB1J7Vpi-RT9eMQ7cvbdnguVnFnSImOAyqE4fU9Zi86oVM74P6qNP1J4FfNcI_cxPTl-yIcDlWpMcE06TITuZebnF5/s400/ojo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354672150036044530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">¿Por qué permites que anochezca si tienes los ojos abiertos?<br /><br />Umberto Senegal</span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-84866428524290890032009-07-01T16:59:00.000-07:002009-07-01T17:10:31.122-07:00HEREDEROS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTYzbUIMXa0dvttalKybCfrDv0NitEAJRbgHmHZcBR-ZFod1upIvG6S6RzctQfQdw0Bzwv_Y5bYkbMxaltq9ruc3rRuRqZk6lcb8m58SICh2YZMwKeZCtjbyagYH_OvnCSrPYEUd-5BT6/s1600-h/2877244722_fa1b77d688_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTYzbUIMXa0dvttalKybCfrDv0NitEAJRbgHmHZcBR-ZFod1upIvG6S6RzctQfQdw0Bzwv_Y5bYkbMxaltq9ruc3rRuRqZk6lcb8m58SICh2YZMwKeZCtjbyagYH_OvnCSrPYEUd-5BT6/s400/2877244722_fa1b77d688_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353648412437611810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">"¿Para qué hijos?", se pregunta la pareja de ancianos enamorados , entre su colección de horribles muñecas de trapo.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Umberto Senegal</span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-21002908339616062492009-07-01T14:50:00.000-07:002009-07-01T14:56:34.029-07:00ESPECIMEN PELIGROSO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4muTbTQjKtRxBFhD4fD9AZPVT_Aq1gg8WqQrlZ3siozhxdl4DAIc3hD6b8qSTRxsyHARjxfxJJrSD7Pgii-daVLIIiHSlkvtIubOZOiS1oLwzG79_IMGspPeBIP5f1jYvlOa_ETaKty-3/s1600-h/2287258284_d9b582d63b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4muTbTQjKtRxBFhD4fD9AZPVT_Aq1gg8WqQrlZ3siozhxdl4DAIc3hD6b8qSTRxsyHARjxfxJJrSD7Pgii-daVLIIiHSlkvtIubOZOiS1oLwzG79_IMGspPeBIP5f1jYvlOa_ETaKty-3/s400/2287258284_d9b582d63b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353613851218182658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Insultando desde la jaula parecía inofensivo. Cuando lloró, los drolamenses reconocieron la peligrosidad del ser humano.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Umberto Senegal </span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-19220760811353189912009-07-01T14:27:00.000-07:002009-07-01T14:44:11.427-07:00AYESHA 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIGNOz4GN4hh7kn8xwS03__tQZH_qjMzZ_vfvlsOTE6lGkWE_tJ3l23OT6BM29Asnj9PHCLjsuK7P3Fi6tJdZlNNRBvVAQYL4zPLxAwj2JXjSRFVx76o_FnPO47be0oxfv87ygDTxLcIf/s1600-h/2074100525_b00a426d6f_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIGNOz4GN4hh7kn8xwS03__tQZH_qjMzZ_vfvlsOTE6lGkWE_tJ3l23OT6BM29Asnj9PHCLjsuK7P3Fi6tJdZlNNRBvVAQYL4zPLxAwj2JXjSRFVx76o_FnPO47be0oxfv87ygDTxLcIf/s400/2074100525_b00a426d6f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353610131571059170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">La delgadísima dama dice que no necesita tu cabellara. Regresa a tu alcoba pero cierra la ventana.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />Umberto Senegal </span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-41301137264943362172009-07-01T13:59:00.000-07:002009-07-01T14:01:13.893-07:00LA DECAPITADA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9fYtuQvsvLgNStpW-RpgvydrkkERqUgci7rQp_BNMHJU3nssOb-a5eMxCCBzpDPqFyp_Czzv6gNa1K9HkmIqhuknYj_qEnRv3qH3NXxBlusnWLEKS36kiYfFgPoDphxuwh9xfffuGZj8/s1600-h/Imagen8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9fYtuQvsvLgNStpW-RpgvydrkkERqUgci7rQp_BNMHJU3nssOb-a5eMxCCBzpDPqFyp_Czzv6gNa1K9HkmIqhuknYj_qEnRv3qH3NXxBlusnWLEKS36kiYfFgPoDphxuwh9xfffuGZj8/s400/Imagen8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353599574468394802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Después de aquello, se le llenó de fantasmas la cabeza.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Umberto Senegal</span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-89903090024433121242009-07-01T13:52:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:56:46.134-07:00SOLICITUD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORHJyGHl2P-S_ZH_uD9UZB7v-rRtknbte_z9nfUjbMWovm5QWbIFJW7djtL1AbwdXUYWwMG5A2GiOtjwNZCptkzm0TJyR-tWJDJcH42_S_PSHS6yt4rHh8YpLddPK9nkcr_Bu7CLGYpBd/s1600-h/Imagen7.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORHJyGHl2P-S_ZH_uD9UZB7v-rRtknbte_z9nfUjbMWovm5QWbIFJW7djtL1AbwdXUYWwMG5A2GiOtjwNZCptkzm0TJyR-tWJDJcH42_S_PSHS6yt4rHh8YpLddPK9nkcr_Bu7CLGYpBd/s400/Imagen7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353598228419737618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Póngase en mi lugar", suplicó él. Pero ella no deseaba morir más.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Umberto Senegal</span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272439021963180790.post-50216991871758108722009-07-01T13:48:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:57:18.009-07:00VIAJE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnbbeox967H7h_Jmg2uqjkbzHMypA1cBU0BXXJ1SBGQ0URHqKF8v1KiFPIYCKLIWe6m7EL6NLu3NJQMyExbu1dgutDiun5xJiTKvlucOIRNbfbphzHr9PNMU_sOBFAN-xdYQLi_Nm4CBi/s1600-h/Imagen6.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnbbeox967H7h_Jmg2uqjkbzHMypA1cBU0BXXJ1SBGQ0URHqKF8v1KiFPIYCKLIWe6m7EL6NLu3NJQMyExbu1dgutDiun5xJiTKvlucOIRNbfbphzHr9PNMU_sOBFAN-xdYQLi_Nm4CBi/s400/Imagen6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353597039618164754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Al amanecer, cuando la descubrieron colgada, todos treparon por el hilo de telaraña que oscilaba cerca del edificio.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Umberto Senegal </span></span>MIRANDA MANZANAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845891733948625421noreply@blogger.com0